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goodness she wouldn’t freeze to death. He needed to get them safely away to a new location, and he had just the spot in mind. His only problem was that he couldn’t conceal himself while carrying the two of them.
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    The onslaught of blinding snow hit them hard. While his wings allowed him to soar across the heavens, his arms clung to Tempest’s tiny body. She remained unmoving, cradled in his clutches. What kind of visions will the sprite be having about me? Fuck! I don’t want to deal with this shit and this…beauty who interrupted my life. I don’t need her in my head learning about my secrets…secrets he would never share with another living soul.
    Anger spurred his speed.
    The odd veil could be seen far off in the distance. He’d noticed it when he followed Fedor. It glimmered and danced through the sky as far as his one good eye could see. Could it be a coincidence that it also seemed to begin behind the mountain range where the beautiful village was located? Perhaps it was a way back to Levare, but something told him it wouldn’t be so easy to cross through.
    Circling wide from his original path, he wound around toward the back of the mountain. Sure enough, the village that thrived in the crevasse valley of the mountain remained alight and free of snow, with a beam of soft light shining down from the sky. His mood darkened.
    Who the hell created is fucked up world?
    Astral had to have answers.
    He headed to the back of the lush valley, miles away from where he’d entered with Fedor. From far above, he looked down toward where he intended to land, and slowly began his descent. The advantage of flight should allow him to enter easily—no moving of giant slabs of rock.
    Rogue struggled to hang on, and Ryder felt him scramble up toward his neck and fling his front legs over his shoulders.
    Sure enough, the descent worked just like he’d hoped. The lush, green woodland awaited his entry. The problem was, he was looking down and directly into Tempest’s face and bare, creamy breasts. His groin tightened. Lust fed on him, and he struggled to push it back. Then he noticed her mark—the one similar to his. Like a beacon, one of the smaller marks within the crescent shaped moon glowed an eerie color of orange.
    Ryder’s large feet touched the cushioned moss covering ground, breaking him from the thoughts running like wild through his head. Without hesitation, he brought his large wings forward to shield Tempest’s body from sight.
    Rogue let go of his neck and fell to the ground with a thud .
    Ryder spun in a circle, taking in the surroundings. Ferns and wild flowers covered the soft, mossy ground. The smell of cedar and roses almost made him smile.
    Rogue began to whine. “Rogue wants to see Tempest.”
    Water trickled down the side of a rock just off to Ryder’s left, and flowed into a little creek. A small knoll covered with large trees gave him an idea.
    He needed to put Tempest down so he could make them a shelter. Anxiety washed over him. He didn’t want to let go of her. Closing his eyes and chanting, he commanded a sparkling light that he knew would shine outward from within his wings.
    I should have done this long ago.
    Rogue jumped up at him, panting with worry.
    “Rogue, stop. Move aside so I can set her down.”
    Opening his wings, it took all the strength he had in his body to set her comfortably away from him in the blossoming moss.
    He had dressed her in a black jumpsuit and sneakers, and now stood over her, transfixed by her innocent beauty.
    Rogue dashed to her side and began licking her face.
    Ryder turned away, trying to control the pace of his thumping heart. Frustrated, he threw himself at the hill, literally clawing and digging into the soft ground. When he finally stepped back and looked at what he’d accomplished, he didn’t know how long he’d been working.
    He’d built into the side of the hill a large shelter. He’d even placed logs up the front similar to a log